tonight i learned another lesson in my long- term decision making, consequences, happenstances....or.... no, that's right...right?
right, so gumbo night at auntie cheryl's... go..
this little kid is running around like a cartoon...
I forgot about that energy level...
wise beyond his years...
more pep than a shook can of soda...
funny as fuck....
7 going on 32....
nothing passed him ,and I couldn't keep up with his mindless, yet brilliant banter...
not surprisingly, "I got schooled", by a seven year old..
shit, little bastard even told me so....
but, when I was doing something with lanky hand gestures,he stops dead in his tracks....
"Oh!!! what's that say?!!"
trying to deflect, weak shit though, after gumbo and a couple brews...
I ask him what he's talking about...
"That on your wrist, what's that say?!"
I show him.. I explain to him what it means...
he's not even listening...
he only cares that it's there....
now i'm tripping, thinking he's gonna leave the room, and 37 seconds later his dad is gonna step in front of the all star game, talking bout "why you tell my son to get a tattoo!?!"
so I'm telling the kid, "it's a mistake, a horrible thing to do, it hurts like shit...
most people get infected, girls won't like you, you'll go to hell, whatever,anyfuckingthing..."
he looked at me intently,nodding his little, big head.... but lil buddy ain't buying it...
that lil dude is gonna go get a tattoo as soon as he can convince someone to give him one....
i knew a lil dude like that...
at least he was 16, but a question mark with the world as the circle part?
the 7 yr old probably would come up with something better right now...
anyway, it was funny, cause we were watching the allstar game.. and all these guys that this kid loves are cooovered in tattoos...
and i'm a real person,that he doesn't even know.. sprinkled in tattoos, telling him it ain't worth it...
really just to cover my own ass, who i am to deny the kid a try?
and when he's able to get a fake i.d., or just comes across someone shady....
he's gonna get his flaming ball going through a hoop, or something totally awesome like that....
and that's it....
he's got the hunger...
why stop there?
why don't you get the warrior's emblem across your little face?
that would be sweet...
it's like anything else...
ain't for everybody...
but that's being a little loosey goosey...
i mean, getting drunk or high can't last forever...
ever, ever...
matter of fact, when I was trying to talk him down, little dude is like...
" nah, you can get em taken off if you don't like em..."
my tattoos ain't going nowhere....
not even the stupid question mark.... barely can see it, it's almost faded in with the rest of the 90's.....
i wonder who's gonna be the dick to go to jail for giving his kid some paint time at some really young age?
so gonna happen...
hell nah...
that's fuck up, it won't be me!
1 comment:
His comedy level was way beyond the age of 7. The most entertaining child I have ever met, hands down. you should have him as a guest blogger.
-franchesca
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